Into the groove of Rio I don’t want to think, I want to dance my life above the fire of passion.
Reckless, fatal free with no purpose, no regret.
Keep drinking because the night is waiting to take us and leave us lying on the sand with nothing else than our breaths.
Don’t let her wait because we don’t want her to wait
Lust is a no translating language, an impulse to indulge without asking permission to noble feelings.